Aside from contracting toxoplasmosis in my local supermarket, I also had my hair cut yesterday.
In the chair behind me, a client was having an earnest discussion with his barber as to which musical act was the better:
Local sax-based, electro-house-jazz duo, Goldfish:
…or Paul McCartney.
You might not have heard of Paul: he was mildly successful 50-odd years ago with some other guys.
But despite that historical fame, if we’re going to base success on, say, the number of times the act in question has played at the Kirstenbosch Summer Sunset Concert series, then it’s Goldfish that clearly come out on top.
At least that’s what Mr Haircut was trying to tell us.
Next week, I go to a garden centre to try work out which writer is better: veteran 16th century playwright William Shakespeare, or E.L. James, who gave us the 50 Shades… series.
I’ll probably be looking at how many times they have each done interviews on American late night TV talk shows as my deciding criterion.